"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you're from the Tianxuan Realm?"
Chen Lin's eyes immediately lit up at Zhang Zitong's words.
He promptly asked, "May I ask whether you're from Southern Star or Northern Star?"
His Teleportation Token was anchored to the Southern Star Realm, and he had never found a way to reach the Northern Star Realm. If the other man lived there, he could help Chen Lin inquire about Princess Qinghua and Luo Xiaoyu.
Zhang Zitong looked surprised as well. He regarded Chen Lin with uncertainty and asked, "Could you also be a cultivator from the Tianxuan Realm, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
"Heh."
Chen Lin chuckled. "You're right, Fellow Daoist Zhang. I used to cultivate in the Tianxuan Realm, but after the plane fusion failed, I ended up stranded in another plane. I still have quite a few old acquaintances in the Tianxuan Realm, so I'd like to learn how things stand."
An odd look crossed Zhang Zitong's face.
Then he smiled. "Then we could be considered old acquaintances meeting in a foreign land, Fellow Daoist Chen. I cultivate in the Golden Spirit Mountain Range on the Northern Wilderness Continent in the Northern Star Realm. Where did you cultivate before? If there's anything I can help with, just say the word."
These were by no means empty pleasantries. He meant every word.
For Chen Lin to ask him to gather information, he would have to let him return to the Reality Realm, which meant telling him the mission required to leave this place.
The delight on Chen Lin's face deepened.
He knew the Golden Spirit Mountain Range. It was a gathering place for cultivators tens of thousands of miles from Qianyuan City.
That had been his intended destination when he left the Black Pagoda. Only later, midway through his journey, had he